KINK MEME: Two years and counting
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She was just about going to bed when the window to her (fifteenth-story) apartment slid open, and Minamimoto hopped inside. Mitsuki drew back against the bed, drawing her robe tighter around her shoulders, and demanded coolly, "How did you find my apartment?"
"Kid stuff," he said dismissively, boots hitting the ground. "Algebra. All vectors point from me to you, Mitchi."
Absurd math analogies aside, Mitsuki narrowed her eyes and informed him, "I don't recall giving you permission to call me by my given name, much less--"
He had crossed the room in a single animal lunge and wound his arms around her, all but purring as he gathered her up against him. Mitsuki's lips pulled back in a snarl and she drew her hand up, Imagination drawn into claws to tear him open, but he caught her wrist.
"Come on, you can feel it, can't you?" he said, purring. "We sizzle. I've got all your angles mapped out, you acute bitch. We're complementary."
Mitsuki refused to admit to anything, only asked icily, "Isn't that something you say about colors, not triangles?"
He sighed, which was her only sign that she was wrong, before he ducked his head to kiss her. She bit his lip and could only feel him grin against her mouth. Bastard. But when he batted her hand away from her robe and slipped his rough palm beneath to cup one bare breast, Mitsuki hesitated and let him, instead of fighting reaching up to snatch off his annoying hat.
She hated the way he was always late, the way he was always rude, the way his hair was so ragged at the edges and stuck out messily from under his cap, the way he seemed to have fangs when he smirked that made her ache to file his teeth down to regulation size. But like it or not, he was a genius -- a prodigy in academics, in combat, in tactics. He had all the things she normally admired in a man: confidence, competence, potential -- ambition. If not for all the things she hated about him, she'd have initiated this long ago.
And perhaps part of her also found fascinating all those things she hated, because she hadn't been able to stop thinking about this. She thought she'd hidden the uncharacteristic attraction so well, but he was (damn her for liking it) confident in his (ugh) math.
"This once," she said as his mouth moved to her ear. "And no one finds out, or so help me, you will spend the rest of your unlife jumping at shadows--"
"SOH CAH TOA," he said casually, and dragged the soft bit of flesh into his mouth, flicking it in just the right way to make her shiver, thinking of other things. "But I wouldn't go setting all those rules you like so much just yet. You're gonna like this. You might change your mind."
He stepped forward, nudging her legs back against the mattress. "We'll see," Mitsuki murmured, working the buttons on his coat open and shoving it off his shoulders before she lowered herself, hands going to his belt next. He didn't bother to answer, his free hand smoothing over her skin and skimming to the pale curls between her legs. There was a smirk on his lips.
For a brief moment she thought about resisting just out of the principle of the thing, but when his fingers moved lower she very quickly resigned herself to the mathematical improbability of that.
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